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| Song: | Animals Feat. Anderson Paak |
| Album: | Compton | Genres: | Hip-Hop |
| Year: | | Length: | 227 sec |
Lyricist: Dr. Dre
Lyrics:
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks I be stompin' down-down-down-down-down demons Rollin' up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree The upper class eat, middle don't exist The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumpin' on a fad, layin' in a ditch? I be stompin' down demons, stompin' down quick, come on
And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
Bullets still ringin', blood on the cement Black folks grievin', headlines readin' Tryna pay it no mind, you just livin' your life Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't livin' in fear, but I'm holdin' him tight Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't livin' in fear, but I'm holdin' him tight
Damn, why the fuck are they after me? Maybe 'cause I'm a bastard? Or maybe 'cause of the way my hair grow naturally? Still tryna figure out why the fuck I'm full of rage I think I noticed this bullshit right around the fifth grade Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switchblade Nothin' but pussy on my mind and some plans of gettin' paid But I'm a product of the system, raised on government aid And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid Just a young black man from Compton, wonderin', 'who could save us?' And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis Some of us was imbalanced but some us used our talents, shit Not all of us criminals but cops be yellin', 'Stay back, nigga!' We need a little bit of payback (Payback!) Don't treat me like an animal 'cause all this shit is flammable Don't fuck around 'cause when it's done, it's done Fuck you!
And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And them white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin's insane But you don't know our pain
And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fuckin' shit up, come on And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks I be stomping down-down-down-down-down demons Rollin' up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree The upper class eat, middle don't exist The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumpin' on a fad, laying in a ditch? I be stompin' down demons, stompin' down quick, come on
And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And them white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin's insane But you don't know our pain
And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
Yeah! This is DJ motherfuckin' Premier! And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre) What, Premo! Yeah, we fuckin' shit up! No! We don't play no games here! Motherfucker, please! Aftermath One of the reasons that me and you click We don't lose, I always win Let's face it, you basic, boy, for realla, for realla Professional winners! For realla, for realla
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